Thursday, September 23, 2004

doilies and such

There is something I am about to state and I am sure I am one of very few who might feel as I do. There are things that my generation seem to be losing and I am saddend by this. There are things that my grandparents generation would do that are being forgotten by technoledgy. I fear the lose of the old fashioned homemakers, though at the same time do not want to be thought of as a woman who wishes to spend the whole of my day making house and home. I fear the lose of the woman (or man?) who will cook at home and not eat prepared foods all the time. See, now I know you all read that last sentence and exlaimed to yourselves, "Ange! do not think that the men of your grandparents day helped around the house with such things as cooking." You are right (or most likely so) but that is where I now contradict myself. Yes I am saddened by the lose of the old but would be even more so by the lose of the new. I personaly am happy with the thought of a couple who will work together to create a home environment. No the old that I wish (in my not so well done way) to keep in tact is that of the home done projects. Sewing, cooking, (and the main reason I write this now) crochetting doilies.


Okey fine, If you thought that this was just some great attempt to make my doilie makeing some great and noble thing, then you were right. That's right, I crochetted a doilie. It sits even now on my toilet tank soon to gather dust. I am proud of my work, first to learn how to crochette and second on how to read those instructions. Oh my word, there is a whole new language. I always wanted to be bilingual. I hope this counts.

(doilie pictured below)

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Friday, September 10, 2004

Falling short cont.

I want now to pick up on an old subject. One to which I have had little comment but what I have had has made me think. The subject is "falling short", the comment was on whether there was really "no witness of love and mercy". At first I did not think on this much for I knew that I had been caught up in the moment while writting it. I felt no desire to rectify what was said till now.

I see now that (and I knew this before) I do bare a wittness of God's love. It is written in the very form of my being. It is by His love that I was created and breath still today. It is by His mercy that I was not consumed the moment of my first breath. I am still short of His glory, still far from what could have been, but it is through this very fact that I can bare witness to who God is. Love, God is love. In my weakness He is strong, In my lacking He is fully there. When I fear I can stand no more and start to sway, then He can hold me up.

Wednesday, September 08, 2004

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The fall

The fall seems to be baring down on me like a heavy weight. Not as the weight of an unlooked for drop of a rock on the shoulder but instead like the weight of a few heavy blankets crowding in on a cold body. The fresh crispness in the sun and the warmth in the cold breeze creates a feeling like no other in my being. Somewhere in the death of the leaves is a rebearth in my soul.

It would seem the fall is coming early this year. last year this time I was out looking for a job, an inch and a half of hair to my head and nothing but my car and my library card to my name. I look out to see that all around me each child I see is a year older, there is no stoping the time. I like this. it makes me strangly happy. There is no way one can ever be stuck in one place. Though nothing seems to change, job, home, or family, one is never in the same place for things are ever changing. One year has changed me, I am new once again. Though my mind be the very one I was born with, the stretching that has gone on within that large clump of a nervouse system is beyond comprehension. So with my body and emotion, my heart and my soul.